I thought I was surprising my husband with an anniversary gift. Instead, I came home early and overheard a phone call that shattered a lifetime of memories with one sentence. The worst part wasn’t what he said. It was realizing our entire love story suddenly had another version.
I married my best friend.
That’s not just something people say about us. Matthew and I were friends before we were anything else, long before either of us understood what “anything else” even meant.
I married my best friend.
Our mothers became friends when we were toddlers, and our families lived next door to each other.
Some of my earliest memories have Matthew beside me.
Preschool.
Science fairs.
Birthday parties.
He was the kid who shared his crayons when mine broke.
I was the kid who saved him a seat at lunch.
He was the kid who shared his crayons when mine broke.
